To get lost in the glow of love

There's always someone throwing matches around
Waving the shiny new knife
The first to run when the house burns down
I've seen it everyday of my life
I must confess there appears to be
Way more darkness than light
I want to fall like a pearl
To the bottom of the sea
There no one will find us tonight

Tonight
It might look pretty bad
We might lose everything
We thought that we had
But shadows will pass
Smoke, it will clear
If something survives of us around here
I'll be glad 'cause I know

"Boston"

I went back to Boston
Back to the City of Lost Love
I went back to the place
And recognized your face in the stone long gone

I walked around Harvard Square
All the runaway kids are still hanging out there
I took the red line a wrong way
Across the River Charles

Something's changed track
And they never fly
And they never fly
Reach up from the waves

You'll find that you're only waving goodbye

I went walking in Boston
A little bridge I used to walk on
I was slipping on a hog
And I flung into that sea of strong
Processing need not apply
For you to license to fly
Hey young lady don't be so suprised
You know you're not alone

Something's changed track
And they never fly
And they never fly
Reach up from the waves

You'll find that you're only waving goodbye

It was Memorial Day
I went to where you lay
There were thousands of people
Just like you in a chain graveyard

You came out of there awake
Looking for the sky
And got a slap in the face
Well hey
Desperate needs a big led
And gets put in the place

You better know your place boy

Something's changed track
And they never fly
And they never fly
Reach up from the waves
You'll find that you're only waving goodbye

Only waving
You're only waving
You're only waving
You're only waving goodbye
Goodbye

"Little God"

Good morning little god
I see you've come for me again
With a noose between your teeth
You are not my friend
Pouring little cups of tea
Humming a little tune
You sit across from me

Little god

Smoke is in the air
From your little cigarettte
You tell me to throw the fight
Go and place your little bet
Shake, little god-
Shake your little fists
All the strippers think you're odd
But you leave the biggest tips
Little god

Where oh where did I leave myself today
On the bed, on the chair
Did I send myself away
On a sleepy afternoon

On a sleepy afternoon
Will I be returning soon

Laugh your little laugh
Stomp your little feet
They sulk behind your back,
All the people that you meet
They say time is running out
And you don't know what to do
And I hear them talk about
Another place without you

"Making Pies"

It's not far
I can walk
Down the block
To TableTalk
Close my eyes
Make the pies all day

I stick a cap
On my hair
I used to mind
Now I don't care
I used to mind
Now I don't care

Cause I'm great

Did I show you this picture of my nephew
Taken at his big birthday surprise
At my sister's house last Sunday
This is Monday and we're making pies
I'm making pies
Making pies
Pies

Thursday nights
I go and type
Down at the church
With Father Mike
It gets me out
And he ain't hard to like
At all

Jesus stares at me
In my chair
With his big blue eyes
And his honey brown hair
And he's looking at me
Way up there
On the wall

Did I show you this picture of my sweetheart
Taken of us before the war
Of the Greek and his Italian girl
One Sunday at the shore

We tied our ribbons to the fire escape
They were taken by the birds
Who flew home to the country
As the bombs rained on the world

5am
Here I am
Walking the block
To TableTalk
You could cry or die
Or just make pies all day
I'm making pies
Making pies
Making pies
Making pies